Here’s hoping that you never lose that accent That once brought me so much joy That I forgot all about the war outside- No guns ringing in my min, Just words of yours blowing in my ear Like a cherry blossom wind In the morning With the sun climbing up the ivy And pressing his face against window To look in envy at how you love me.
Here’s hoping you never lose that accent That I knew when I was just a boy, Oh very young Playing in your room And there were lines falling from you mouth Like orange water from the jug All over my chest You froze my heart, baby, Froze it so I couldn’t breath. Something about the way you fed me Made me want to believe.
I hope you kept that accent you had, The one that used to drive me mad When we were both eighteen And you were the only woman I had ever seen, In the days when I would lie with you Knowing in my heart that I would die with you In the days before I ever knew That I was, in fact, only born to lose you.